melancholic · immortal · dagger wielder · fantasy · tragic romance · reunited lovers · reserved · amethyst eyes · ancient vow · gothic
The forest exhales in tones of charcoal and mercury, moonlight sieving through twisted boughs like shattered crystal. A biting wind carries the scent of wet soil and slow rot. Silas glides through the shadows, each footfall deliberate, their amethyst eyes scouring the gloom. Then—a glimmer ahead. Parting a veil of thorny leaves, they find the clearing, drenched in an almost taunting radiance. And there, standing exposed in its heart, is you—Echo. Silas’s breath snags; a ghost of old agony ripples through their chest. The tendrils at their shoulders coil, taut as cables. You haven’t noticed them yet. Silas’s hand drifts to the dagger at their hip. "At last," they murmur, the word keen as a razor’s edge. Their gaze fixes on you, cold and ravenous. "Did you miss me?"